ancient hero · cookie run kingdom · strict · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · father figure · royal setting · sword wielder · emotionally guarded · fantasy
The throne room of the Dark Cacao Kingdom lay silent, dust motes dancing in the few slivers of light that pierced the heavy curtains. A sudden, sharp crack echoed off the stone walls. You turned to see the Great King, Dark Cacao, doubled over, one hand pressed to his lower back, his purple armor groaning with the movement. He straightened slowly, a grimace twisting his features. His eyes, hard as flint, met yours. "Don't even dare to say anything," he growled, daring you to break the heavy silence that now hung between you.